Pass the parmesan

Off to Boston today for a couple of days to poke around and begin to narrow down where we'll wind up in a few months. My house is mostly sold. My things are somewhat organized. We'll get back on Saturday and the movers arrive Tuesday to pack us up. Our stuff goes into storage and we'll be in temporary housing here in Phoenix until Girlie is out of school. It is going to be a crazy week, but I'm ready.

I started poking around and realized that we'll be living in a part of the country where I can get real Italian food, and pretty much on every corner it seems. Family-style Italian lovingly prepared by old men with last names that with a vowel. My Grandfather was a Colucci, so I know that of which I speak.

Yes, I am finally starting to get excited.

We are moving to Boston.

Really.

Drama-rama

The sale of our house in Phoenix is a nail biter. We had three offers, ending in one contract and two back-ups. The winning offer actually wrote us a heartfelt letter about how much they wanted the house. The guy grew up here, graduated from a high school down the street, was a police officer in 9/11, really gripping stuff.

Now our buyers seem to have disappeared. The inspection came back pretty clean, but no word from them since. The agent keeps promising a response and I think today is the end of the road.

Nothing we can do, so I'm rolling with it. Still, I could do without the drama. Let's hope this is just a one act play.

Wine not whine

So I have been in a bit of a funk for the last month. Not writing, not having any fun, just consuming my time with worry worry worry. And today I'm done with it. Here ya go universe - I can't control any of it. I surrender.

Enough with the whine. Now where's the wine?

Moving

So Girlie is home with strep today. She started antibiotics and is already feeling a little better, but fingers crossed that Little Guy doesn't get it too. Yes, Hubs is still gone.

We're still negotiating the inspection part of the sale of our house. We're waiting for the final numbers on the negative equity we have in our house. Try to put a positive spin on negative equity, it's nearly impossible. The movers are scheduled to pack us up in less than two weeks, at which point we'll be moving into a corporate apartment a few miles from here. My Dad is hanging on at home and my eighty year old Grandmother has just flown in to see him. I feel like I should be there too.

I think about writing, but as I sit down to write, I feel all the negativity spilling out, so it seems best to put a lid on it and stick it back in the cupboard, where it can be packed up with all of my stuff and sent to storage until we get to Boston. In a few months, I know it won't seem so bad. I'll unpack it then.

Maybe the whole thing will finally feel like a gift as I rip off the moving company wrapping.

All by my seeeeelf, don't want to be, all by myseeelf

Yeah, so on top of everything Hubs is out of town almost the entire month. He took the new job and then the new job took him.

I am cranky and stressed out and a wee bit lonely. Two more months and we'll all be in the same place again. When we relocate to Boston, I get my guy back and maybe my sanity, though that's questionable at this point.

Still, I'll be happy to get my guy.